Thank You

Fri, 12/13/2013 - 12:50 -- RSalina

Cramped in the straight desk

Dreary, Lifeless, White walls

Four Sides, Clear, Cut, Square

No Shapes, No Colors, Nothing

Students stare silently

Throwing Daggers, Knives, Pointing Guns, Pulling Arrows

With their

Eyes

No one sees what I see

The teacher struggling to open a window of light

Electric Yellow

Showing us the crystal oceans sailed long ago

Blissful Blue

Conflicts painted in red

Fire Engine Red

Empires grown and harvested in one swipe

Soft Lilac

They don't want to see this window

They block the colors, the knowledge, the past

Leaving the teacher in a blank space seemingly dancing like a mime

Eyes can see yet not percieve

The teacher looks into a mass of the disillusioned and disenchanted

Heart slips into hand, failure swinging on the outstretched arm

Rising and feeling the knives pierce my cranium

Thank You

Those forbidden words spoken in to the air vaccuum seems to explode

No one says these things

Why thank teachers for making us suffer?

Making us learn

Why?

Because those teachers are trying to open a window and make us see

When no one else does.

That's why.

 

 

 

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